1 Introduction Of A Biest

(SCISSOR)

(CLAW)

(CUTTER)

(RAH-ZHA-NEE)

(RAI-ZAH)

The keys jingled when "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" pulled them from her hoodie pocket, readjusting her Givenchy duffel bag over her shoulder. Her apartment building's door creaked open and closed upon her entry, locking both bolts and the knob locks.

She flicked two switches on the wall by the door. The first switch closed the metal blinds to the windows, and not just to the lobby. It closed the entire building's panel shut and secured electronically.

Psyzxor planted her feet on the rubber welcome mat before reciting the sequence on the second switch.

Up, down, up, wait five seconds. The lights to the entire first floor shutdown for moment or two before returning with a thrilling red illumination.

Down, up, one Mississippi, two Mississippi, down, up, down. An electric current sizzled at the first floor room's doorknob, the metal railings between each room and the stairs, and the first three steps to that column.

And then up, down, up, down, up, down in six quick flicks of the switch. The sizzling currents ceased, but each platform illuminated a deep blue glow like a neon sign.

Then finally, up and down with five seconds between each flick. The neon glow dimmed and decimated with a zap.

"The Light With The Rainbow Tension" released a sigh of relief from performing the redundant sequences. All due to her sister's slick paranoia and over protective nature, precaution are inevitable for all their occupied residences.

Psyzxor went to the first room closest to the entrance, the tone of her energy exhausted from her time out. She flicked the ring on her free hand's middle finger and ejected a pin thin needle from the top, curvy and vertical in shape and stature. She nipped the front of her thumb and pushed into the flesh, a dot of blood gathered at the puncture. Pressing the plasma on the front of the knob, the engager above it unlocked electronically. The metal lock deactivated and the door clicked open automatically, allowing access to the secured room. Psyzxor casually tossed the Givenchy duffel bag in the room, the contents inside it clanged and banged against one another.

Metal and madness released a ringing memory of death and destruction.

Psyzxor reached around and pulled an alcohol wipe from the dispenser on the back of the door. She wiped the blood from her finger off the front of the knob, dropping the wetnap into the trash next to the room's entrance. Shutting the door and turning the knob, the indicator on the engager switched to "LOCKED!" and the electric bolt reactivated.

"The Light With The Rainbow Tension" repeated the same encryption on the door across the hall, actually entering this room. The nineteen year old exited a few moments later wearing nothing but a white Nike sports bra, thigh length spanks, zebra striped knee high socks and black booties.

Shutting the door behind her, Psyzxor headed up the stairway.

Up the second floor.

Up the third floor.

Up the fourth floor.

Finally stopping in front of the elevator in the fifth floor.

She pulled a transparent card from her sock, flicking the ring on her middle finger once again to spike her thumb. Pressing the DNA on the center, the crimson was collected and stored in each of the four corners. Once enough blood was gathered, Psyzxor inserted the plastic into the lone elevator slot and highlighting the button beneath it. Pushing that switch, a red light shined from inside the elevator strong enough to pass thru the slit between it's doors.

With a casual ding, the titanium split and opened up for the overly exhausted Kite Mortal. Once she entered, the steel trap shut behind her and proceeded to climb toward the top floor. Again, "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" cursed at her kin's ranging and colorful paranoia, praying to the fairytaled deity that she can do the only impossible she thought to be impossible.

Convincing someone smarter than her, or a genius if you will, to change the shape of their brilliant mind.

Once the elevator reached the tenth floor, the doors retracted again and slid into the walls. The designated floor's blue illumination welcomed the Kite Mortal, creating a neon path to the only room at the end of the hall.

Psyzxor slow strutted toward her home, shoulder's slouched and feet dragging against the carpet with each step. Three whole days without any literal sleep and the perpetual explosions of guns and gallantries has created a zombie out of the nineteen year old. Anymore time on that assignment and the jet lag alone would have killed her. One-thousand and one deaths have bidden and brawled for her life, and exhaustion always seemed to come the closest in technique.

Especially since Psyzxor had a...

"I'm home!" Psyzxor announced, entering the only door ever unlocked in this building constructed by the genius. All the precautions her sibling took, and she feels it practical to keep their home door unbolted.

"Kuttyr?!" She called out, slipping into her kimono robe she pulled off the rack by the entrance. "Kuttyr!" She called out again, baring a little caution since there was no immediate response.

Psyzxor grabbed a revolver kept hidden behind the sixty inch flat screen and pointed the chrome piece at the ready. She slowly walked toward the kitchen, approaching the entry tentatively and peaking thru the opening of the bar shelf.

No one.

She leaned on the wall by the kitchen entrance, cocking back the hammer of the .44 bulldog in preparation. "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" steadied and readied herself, the hole puncher clutched professionally in her cannon hand. All of her present exhaustion became the stirring of energy for a very concerned mother.

Psyzxor jumped into the open entry, the bulldog's business end was pointed forward like a silver lining. It was prepared to bomb the living black out of anyone who didn't register in "The Light With The Rainbow Tension's" accepting emotion.

"Klau!" Psyzxor called out with all her passion, the cooking sector being empty and without any signs of a brawl or struggle.

She kept the hole puncher pointed forward, slowly making her way thru the baron granite and green kitchen. As she passed each polished pinewood cabinet, she opened and reached to the back of each one, pulling out several cookie jars.

"Kuttyr! Klau!" Psyzxor barked at the top of her lungs and concern, almost howling for the two toward the waning crescent.

"The Light With The Rainbow Tension" dumped the content of each cookie jar on to the granite counter top, the heart stopper still trained in front of her. She shifted her vision between counting the content and keeping her aim concentrated down her zero.

Five thousand. Ten thousand. Aim down sight. Fifteen thousand. Twenty-five thousand. Aim down sight. All of the quick access rainy day money was accounted for.

One, two, three, four. Aim down sight. Five, six, seven, eight. Aim down sight. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Aim down sight. All of the accounts were present.

One, two, three. Aim down sight. Four, five, six. Aim down sight. Seven, eight, nine. Aim down sight. All of their encrypted files were undisturbed.

Everything of any real value was smiling back at Psyzxor like she was foolish for presenting them to open reality in the first place.

She then heard rattling coming from one of the bedrooms in the back. All of her attention went to her zero, hole puncher at the ready and her vision down sight.

"The Light With The Rainbow Tension" rushed thru the family room toward with a slight urgency. In her pro strut, Psyzxor again heard a sound, this time it was the impact of something hitting the floor.

Through her power and occupation, the nineteen year old's tragic imagination only allowed her mind's eye to manifest the very worst of circumstances. Like someone being dropped on the other side of the grass, pushing up daisies to feed the future nature.

Psyzxor wasn't expecting her sibling home for another several days with her being out on a "task" with "The Digits." Her cautious strut became a power walk, damn near jogging thru the customized apartment as she moved pass the guest room and her sister's "Lucid Lab" she so nonchalantly stylized.

Before Psyzxor broke out into a full sprint, she noticed the engager on her kin's door switched to "Darling In The Franxxx (Occupied)." That only occurs when there was someone actually inside of the Kite Mortal's electric bedroom, or else the engager would have read "Heaven Up For Grabs (Vacant)."

"The Light With The Rainbow Tension" investigated the guest bathroom next to her blood's laboratory first. Body wash arraigned by size and color, tissue paper under-over with the end folded into a neatly creased arrow head. She checked the cabinet, first aid kit and antibiotics from sedatives to suppositories were properly organized.

Psyzxor closed the glass and flicked the ring on her cannon hand, jabbing the needle on her free hand's palm, a speck of crimson gathered in the center of the minimal wound. "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" spread her fingers wide when she placed her punctured palm on the med. cabinet's mirror. The four corners of the glass blinked in a sequence of blue, white, black and red lights in that specific order. The tiles by the cabinet sank into the wall, revealing a customized compartment hidden behind the meds with a colliding clank. Psyzxor pulled out the secret trap's metal door, both the two chrome SIG Sauer pistols and the helium Bowie knife were still sitting in the embedded safe.

She closed the hidden compartment, the tiles reverting the safe back into the original medicine cabinet as "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" exited the bathroom.

She went back to her kin's room door and pushed in a part of the wall under the engager, revealing a hidden plasma lock with five holes like dial on an old phone for genetic recognition. Sticking each of her right hand's fingers into her mouth individually, the salivation of her DNA sparkled with a waving chromatic gloss and painting the tips. She stuck her glowing appendages into the holes of the vacant scanner and turned it clockwise one hundred-eighty degrees, and then counterclockwise another three hundred-sixty.

When Psyzxor heard the assuring click of the lock, she immediately put her right hand on the bottom of the hole puncher. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, concentrating and activating her Kinetic Coat. The chromatic energy radiated deeply from her pores and covered her body like a waltzing flame, flowing and dissolving into the air. "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" positioned herself in front of the lab door with her feet planted into the carpet, revolver pointed at the ready, sight aimed down her zero, and power manifested for anything foreign.

As she listened and waited for the pressure and mechanism to finish unlocking, Psyzxor tried to still her overactive imagination. She rewinded her chimera, putting the blood back in her family's body, the life back in her family's breath and the normalcy back in her family's insanity.

Impatience strangled "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" almost into submission, pondering whether she would be able to just blast the door down with her Kite Mortal energies. She knew her sister would have thought of that defensive tactic before any, so the anxiety fueled her presently erratic emotion to rush the room the moment the sliding door retracted into the wall enough for her to fit, throwing away all professionalism.

As soon as the door started moving, the carpet was uprooted and the booties disintegrated under her feet as she burst toward the opening. The caramel skinned Kite Mortal deposited all of her emotions into her confidence and all of her concentration into her gun, the flame of her aura vibrating feverishly.

!SMACK! Without any element of intuition, Psyzxor was struck to a complete halt by crashing into something that was substantial enough to stunt her Kinetic Coat. When her consciousness straightened enough for her to see, she was flat on her back, the colorful numeral sequences on the ceiling of her blood's quarters were flashing in her sensitive eyes. The Kite Mortal blinked a million times a second to straighten her sight completely before sitting up. Upon doing so, she was alerted of the agonizing and familiar pain of her nostril by the warm plasma splashing on her lap.

"Fuck me! I think my nose is dislocated!" Psyzxor thought in excruciating aggravation, unable able to scream the words verbally due to the sudden shock.

She tried to use her hand stop the neon chromatic DNA, but the active geyser simply gushed thru her fingers.

"Are you alive?"

"The Light With The Rainbow Tension" picked up the hole puncher as fast as she dropped it with her free hand, aiming it in the direction of the sarcasm. There sat her kin at her desk, typing on four obscure keyboards at one hundred miles a minute.

"The Eyes That Speak To Numbers."

She didn't even turn her mobile desk chair to check on sister's injury in moral fashion, all of her undivided attention were glue to four thirty-six inch monitors she was effortlessly dialing codes into.

"Raizah?!" Psyzxor exclaimed in bewilderment, still attempting to slow the colorful bleeding from her nose. "Didn't you hear me?! Why the fuck didn't you announce yourself?"

"You didn't call my name." Her younger sister responded atonally.

"My Dame, shall I neutralize? I am detecting high levels of belligerent and hostile radiations from this Kite Mortal. An Electric Gray Shifter. Classification, Chromakinetic Prismo and Cosmokinetic Neonite of the Aurora class. I strongly advise immediate action."

All of the frustration wiled up in Psyzxor's attitude was quickly intercepted by the sudden alert aimed at her.

"That's not a joke, Lithiom." "The Eyes That Speak To Numbers" told the Monolith that she spent the entirety of her childhood creating after watching "2001:A Space Odyssey," never turning from the codes and encryptions she was dialing into the four computer screens.

From a spectator's point of view, it'd seem as though the seventeen year old Kite Mortal was mesmerized by random digits with no obvious sensible content. That, however, is just an atom's fraction of Raizah's genius and intellect.

"I am sorry, My Dame." The seven foot space shaded rectangular block apologized to it's creator. "Kite Mortal Psyzxor, I am sorry for alarming you with my tasteless quip. Allow my to repair your injury before any further damage can be done.

Before Psyzxor could grant or deny it's request, the Monolith already started floating toward the bleeding nineteen year old. Lithiom's cosmic design separated like water as it took the Kite Mortal into it's seemingly solid body. The Monolith's phasing left a warm sensation on "The Light With The Rainbow Tension's" anatomy, starting at the black paint on her toenails and creeping toward her broken nostril. She couldn't move inside the space even if she wanted to, Lithiom's gravity kept an unbreakable grip on Psyzxor's body without holding her all at once. When the phasing got to her vision, There was nothing inside of the Monolith that could be described on or from Earth. Just before her eyes were freed, "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" witnessed what could precisely described as the universe itself. The space shaded block finished it's phasing and Psyzxor was back on the Earth she could identify.

"That's better, right?" Raizah asked her elder kin, finally spinning her desk chair around in Psyzxor's direction. "The Eyes That Speak To Numbers" pulled a black a black carton with a five leaf clover on the front from the black lab coat she was wearing's pocket, taking one out with her braced teeth. "Lithiom?"

The cosmo black block turned in the direction of it's creator when the four eyed intellectual called it's name. A pencil thin cylinder protruded from the middle of the seven foot Monolith, a small light from the tip of the protrusion aligned the tip of Raizah's clover stick. A small flash from the tip of Lithiom's cylinder ignited the tip of it's creator's cylinder with a quick spark. The cinnamon skinned genius inhaled deeply and took the cloved cigarette between her left hand's middle and index fingers, exhaling the residual smoke from her lungs into the air.

Psyzxor tested her breathing and tentatively touched her nostril, examining the bridge of the cartilage for any obstructions.

   "I appreciate the aid, Lithiom." She said in sarcastic gratitude, rising up to her feet. There wasn't even any blood on her lap, clothes or floor from all the chromatic geyser that gushed from her nose. "You DO need to work on your material. Robot or anomaly, whatever, that still hurt way too fucking much you over engineered trashcan!!!!"

   "Noted and known. Thank you for the informing advise, Kite Mortal Psyzxor." Lithiom responded with contradicting optimism.

   The multikinetic nineteen year old walked over to her sister and took the black carton from Raizah's coat pocket without asking, "The Eyes That Speak To Numbers" blew smoke in her face as a response.

Pulling one of the clover sticks from the Earth Psychedelia carton, Psyzxor spat back at the Monolith's optimism, "I am sure you know that was sarcasm, don't you? Shit, I can't even vent my frustration with you, and I fucking know you're doing that on purpose."

"The Light With The Rainbow Tension" stuck her right thumb inside the side of her fist and flicked it out quickly, also throwing up the "fuck you" finger to Lithiom in the same hand and motion. A neon flowing flame sparked and burned at the tip of her thumb and middle finger's nails, lighting the cloved cigarette with the Chromakinetic fire.

"Where's Kuttyr?" Psyzxor asked her kin, releasing the ash wind toward the numeral ceiling to avoid releasing it into the seventeen year old's face.

"By now, I'd estimate that she is on her way to Lizstomania, right Lithiom?" Raizah asked her creation.

"Yes, My Dame. the WHY Sky's transit 141 jet departed approximately one hour, forty-three minutes and twenty-nine seconds ago." The Monolith responded with precise specifics.

"I'm not going back to any of The Burning Six Furnaces for about two weeks to a month, so Lithiom and I can take care of Krulcifer whenever you are out." "The Eyes That Speak To Numbers" informed her older sibling, pulling her legs into a criss-cross in the desk chair. "Besides, my Event Horizon and I haven't spent much time together, and I want to be a aunt to my niece. Political, social and personal work and agendas has kept me occupied for about... three fucking months, and I miss her lots."

"Is she asleep?" Psyzxor asked her, ashing the the five leaf fire into her glowing, the soot decimated once it touched the Chromakinetic hot spot.

"She was, but woke up about thirty minutes ago." The cinnamon skinned genius responded, tossing the filter of the clover stick toward Lithiom. It stuck to the Monolith first like a wasp in tar, the it was absorbed by the cosmic black rectangle. "That reminds me, you have a visitor waiting in Krulcifer's room"

Psyzxor was bewildered by the news, not expecting any guests or messengers so soon after returning from an assignment only minutes ago.

"Is it... Is it F.A. de Frieq?" She asked nervously, hoping she was simply overthinking of who it might be.

One thing that irritates Rajzhani Sutranausta is feigning ignorance to the answer one already know but is unwilling to accept.

Mugging her sister's coy inquiries, Raizah responded sourly, "No, Psyzxor."

"Biesty?"

"The Eyes That Speak To Numbers" spun her desk chair around and returned her attention to the four monitors. "No, Psyzxor."

"Mr. Saxobeat?"

Raizah didn't respond this time.

Her elder sister took the hint and turned her steps toward the exit of the "Lucid Lab," sneering at Lithiom on her way out. Walking past the Monolith, she suddenly remember the revolver she came with, unable to spot it in the vicinity she was in previously.

Once "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" finally decided to exit, the door slid shut within milliseconds. She stood at the lab's entrance for a moment, pondering on the emotions rattling in her head an asylum's population. Just looking in the direction of the two year old's door made her stomach feel like there was a hive of butterfly cocoons were hatching inside. Every step she took added another atmosphere of gravity under the Mutated Skyline, making a tip toe feel like the weight of an elephant's trample.

Now, "The Light With The Rainbow Tension" was still in from of the pitch black door, hearing the joyous sounds of an adolescent and grown man'd laughter. Psyzxor reached out her hand toward the knob so slowly, it looked like she wasn't even moving at all.

The doorknob turned before she could grab it.

"Mommy mommy! Look, daddy's here!" Krulcifer ecstatically announced, jumping up and down excitedly in the air with her long messy hair bouncing with her.

Klau pushed the voided door all of the way open, revealing the guest waiting patiently in her room.

He was sitting there in a rocking chair, staring Psyzxor in her mental windows calmly while she stared back electrified.

"The Gun That Shoots At Logic."

"Hey there, Syx." He greeted the nineteen year old.

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"Biest."